Previously Titled 'Paradise'.
For her entire life, Paradise Hamilton has had no say in her own personal affairs. From a child she had grown up under the strict rules of her Caribbean parents.
But when the day finally arrived for her to wed a comple...
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Omniscient
Guadalajara, Mexico
"Where the fuck is he?!"
The man scanned his eyes across every individual before him, becoming more infuriated with each additional moment which passed, delivering no answers to his burdening question.
"Boss-
"Don't speak." The Hispanic male threw one hand into the air, showcasing glistening rings which filled each finger. His mind was clouded, void of any answer to the queries that he had been asking for days, excluding the month he'd already waited.
"You'll want to hear this 'hefe'."
Jose averted his gaze to the man who had been on his team for years, nodding his head as a green light for him to proceed.
"Tremani Taylor is dead. His body was found four days ago."
Upon hearing the words, the man drew in a deep breath, slamming his bare palm against the hardwood table in the center of the enclosure. His action created a dangerous ripple effect, disturbing the equilibrium of everything perched atop it.
"How am I just finding out about this? I have surrounded myself with incompetent idiots."
The room's occupants glanced at one another cautiously, scared to say or do the wrong thing to elicit an explosive reaction from the man who signed their bi-weekly cheques.
Jose glanced up, pressing both of his knuckles against the table top. His eyes grew fiery red, slitted and demented enough to presume, supernatural. "Was it Isaiah's 'nino'?"
The male pressed the rim of his liquor filled cup to his lips, taking a slow and necessary sip, as his messenger stuttered over his upcoming words, afraid to utter the wrong thing.
"It was hard to tell sir." The errand boy swallowed hard as he watched his boss' orbs pan to him, stopping the moment the two became eye to eye. He kept his lethal gaze placed solely on him, dividing his lips to proclaim a single demand.
"Mátalo."
Jose heeled away slowly, creasing the alligator mouth of his dress shoes the same instant a man stepped to his initial position. Alturo, the man who had been figuratively placed in the loop of a noose, placed his hands before him, tears growing watery as he fell to his knees in imploration.
"I have a family, please!"
His cries grew louder when the large bloke raised a pistol to the skin directly between his slanted eyes. "I beg of you!"
